This young man has a short haircut, is dark-skinned, and has thick calluses on his hands. He is wearing a wrinkled black suit and white shirt, a pair of travel shoes, and the most special thing is that he is carrying a large woven bag.
This kind of woven bag has red and blue stripes on the outside. It was originally the most commonly used bag by Chinese people. Later, a famous French luxury brand produced a travel bag priced at tens of thousands, which looked almost like this kind of woven bag.
Exactly the same.
For a time, the value of this woven bag doubled, and the feeling of carrying it out seemed to be different.
It's a pity that this guy is obviously not a person in the fashion circle. It can be seen from his dress that he is a pure lover of mix and match.
Under the frowning gaze of the two security guards at the door, the dark-skinned guy with short hair walked into the hotel lobby and saw the banner at a glance.
He strode under the banner, grinned and said with a missing front tooth: "Brother, I'm here to report!"
Many customers who passed by were stunned. They couldn't help but look up at the words on the banner, and they couldn't help but look at the young man's dress. They suppressed their laughter and hurried away.
Even the two waiters not far away couldn't help laughing, wondering what this ancient culture research meeting was about. The people who came to participate were so strange, they didn't look like cultural people!
Wu Yi was very calm, smiled slightly and said: "Which department are you from?"
"What department?" The little brother blinked.
Suddenly, he slapped his forehead hard and made a crisp sound, which almost attracted everyone in the lobby. Then he said in a bold voice: "Ha. I know! Did you say branch pulse?
When we came here, the elder said that we can’t talk about branches when we are outside, we can only talk about departments!”
"Ahem!" Wu Yi coughed and blinked hard at the little brother.
Only then did the little brother realize that he had spilled the beans, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around in horror.
Many people glanced over here, but they just wanted to see the excitement. Everyone has their own things to do these days, so just gossip and gossip. No one likes to get to the bottom of things.
The little brother breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice with some embarrassment: "Hey... don't blame me. It's my first time to come to a big city, so I'm a little nervous."
"I understand..." Wu Yi said helplessly, "Which department are you in?"
"Fourth." The younger brother said mysteriously, "My name is Xue Zhen."
"Representative of the fourth branch, Xue Zhen." Wu Yi wrote this line on the sign-in book and handed him a room key. "You should go back to your room to rest first. It is registration time this morning, there is nothing else to do.
. At 12 o'clock at noon, we will have dinner in the restaurant on the third floor on time. People from all major departments will be present at that time, so that everyone can get to know each other. "
Xue Zhen nodded repeatedly, took the key and looked at it for a few times, then hesitated and said: "Brother, I want to ask you something, do you agree?"
"Tell me." Wu Yi thinks Xue Zhen is quite interesting. Although he is a bit rustic, he is still straightforward.
"I heard that a new great wizard has been elected. Who is he? Is he a man or a woman? Does he have three heads and six arms?" Xue Zhen asked with bright eyes.
Wu Yi smiled bitterly and said, "I am the new great witch."
Xue Zhen was stunned, stared at Wu Yi for a long time, and then laughed "hahaha": "Brother, you are too funny, how can you fool people! Although I come from the countryside, I am not a fool! Forget it.
, forget it if you don’t tell me, we’ll see you at noon anyway.”
Wu Yi has been put off countless times by this childish face and too young age. He has long been moody. Hearing this, he could only say: "Yes, I saw you at noon..."
"I'll see you later," Xue Zhen said, picking up the woven bag and walking forward.
"Hey, the elevator is over there." Wu Yi couldn't help but remind him when he saw him walking towards the stairwell.
Xue Zhen waved his hand and said: "No, no, I don't dare to sit on that thing. It's more comfortable to climb the stairs!"
Wu Yi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the room assigned to Xue Zhen: 2810.
The twenty-eighth floor... Even with Wu Yi's physique, it would take some effort to climb up. This Xue Zhen is really interesting!
The second applicant after Xue Zhen arrived soon.
When she stood in front of Wu Yi, many wolf-like eyes from nearby came towards her, full of naked greed.
You can't blame these men, who made the young woman in front of you a little too graceful!
Even Wu Yi was stunned for two seconds before saying: "Which department are you from?"
The young woman in front of her said softly in a voice that could make water squeeze out of her mouth: "I am from the third level."
"Name..." Wu Yi's pen was shaking a little. The handwriting he wrote was square and straight, and it looked like it was written by a high school student, but this time it took on a bit of Andy Lau's singing style, and he almost trembled to the point of trembling.
Create a calligraphy skill!
"My name is Liu Yan." The voice was still very greasy, as if it was covered with cream.
"Gender..." Wu Yi made a growl in his throat and asked casually.
"Can't you see?" Liu Yan asked with a smile.
"You can see it!" Wu Yi immediately handed over a key, and then repeated what he said to Xue Zhen.
When Liu Yan walked towards the elevator with his butt twisted, Wu Yi looked over and saw that wrapped in a pair of white tight jeans, his two peach-like buttocks were twisting back and forth.
Inferior!
As for the waist that swayed like a water snake and the two huge hills on his chest, Wu Yi didn't even dare to look at it for fear of making a fool of himself.
It wasn't until Liu Yan walked into the elevator that Wu Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Only two people came, and Wu Yi experienced a roller coaster of excitement. God knows what the rest of the people were like!
The third applicant finally became more normal. He was a man in his sixties. In the early years, a sixty-year-old could already be called an old man. However, as living conditions get better and better, now sixty-year-olds are now considered old men.
If a ten-year-old person takes good care of himself, he will actually look like an ordinary middle-aged person.
The man in front of him was well-maintained. Wu Yi thought he was only in his forties, but when he saw his ID card, he realized that he was already a grandfather.
"Representative of the first branch, Zeng Tian." Wu Yi wrote down his name and handed over the key.
Soda took the key but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he smiled and took out a cigarette and said: "Little brother, do you want to smoke?"
Wu Yi shook his head and said: "No."
As if he was familiar with it, Soda pulled a chair from the side and sat down and said, "I want to ask you something."
"Ask." Wu Yi didn't know what he wanted to do.
Soda asked: "Is Liu Yan here?"
"Are you asking about Liu Yan from the third branch? She moved in just before you." Wu Yida said.
"Hehe...it turns out you were one step ahead of me." Zeng Tian smiled, and for some reason Wu Yi looked a little sneaky in his eyes.
"Do you want to visit her?" Wu Yi asked.
"No, no, no, I'm not going to see that crazy woman!" Soda waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm just asking."
He paused and then said mysteriously: "You should be a local in Songjiang, so let me ask you, are there any special services here?"
"What special service?" Wu Yi was stunned.
"Hey, there's no need to act stupid, all men know it!" Soda said with a smile.
Only then did Wu Yi understand, and couldn't help but laugh or cry. This Zeng Tian was also in his sixties, and he was still interested in this!
What's more, this is the first meeting of the Wumen after seventy-five years of neglect. Soda, as the representative of the first branch, started thinking about finding a woman without even entering the room...
For the first time, Wu Yi felt deeply worried about the future of Wumen.
The rustic Xue Zhen, the gorgeous Liu Yan, and the old and careless Soda, can these people really fight against the doctors?
After saying goodbye to Zeng Tian with a few perfunctory words, Wu Yi fell into deep thought. He finally understood why the old man didn't carry the banner himself, but wanted to hand over the inheritance to him. Qingqing is such a mess!
But there is nothing we can do about the mess. Wu Yi has already shouldered it. Now that we have embarked on this road, we must continue to walk no matter how difficult it is!
Representatives arrive one after another, with different genders, different ages, different costumes, different accents. Apart from sharing a common mysterious identity, they can no longer find anything in common with them.
Wu Yi didn't know any of them and could only guess what they did.
Needless to say, Xue Zhen looked like he had just walked out of the countryside. His hands were thickly calloused and he must have been dry frequently. He may have practiced some powerful martial arts.
Liu Yan... Such a beautiful young woman should be able to go smoothly no matter what she does. Wu Yi estimated that as long as she casts a look, there will be several billionaires lining up under the bed.
As for Zeng Tian, Wu Yi couldn't even imagine it. Such a lecherous old man would never be honest no matter what he did.
There were others, and everyone came with a mystery, but Wu Yi also enjoyed the process of guessing.
In the past seventy-five years, the Wumen has been completely silent, and the eight branches have integrated into the crowd and lived an ordinary life.
They may be teachers or students; they may be policemen or criminals; they may be vendors selling pancakes and fruits on the roadside, or they may be wealthy young men whizzing by in luxury cars.
They have different faces, they have different professions, they mingle among the crowd, eagerly waiting for opportunities.
As long as they are given a chance, the Wumen can crawl out of the dust of history and embark on the road to recovery.
It’s just that for thousands of years, the Wumen has been losing. Can they really win this time?
November 11, 2013 at 12 noon.
In the Fengya Pavilion private room of the restaurant on the third floor of Wangjiang Hotel in Songjiang City, fourteen representatives from all over the world sat in a circle, waiting for the great witch to appear.
The door opened, and Wu Yi walked in. He motioned to the waiter to leave first, then looked at the representatives with a smile, and said calmly: "My name is Wu Yi, welcome everyone. Now I announce that the 18th Wumen
The Congress begins now!"
I go out in the afternoon and take my children home to see my grandma. I will keep updating every Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Please understand. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
